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“Like a queen?” I say, my words ragged. I am unrecognizable. Maybe it took witnessing a different side of him to unearth a side of myself I had yet to meet.
Rather than speak, he sits me down on his bed, never breaking eye contact. I can’t look at anything other than him, as he pins me with his stare. I try to return the favor but lose, my gaze eventually volleying between watching his hands unbutton his shirt and his eyes that I can’t completely see in the dim light coming from his windows.
He pulls at his shirt, yanking it from his waistband to reveal his undershirt. A quick flick of his fingers has his pants unbuttoned and when those are off, he tugs his undershirt from his body.
Finally,finally, I can see his naked skin. A smattering of dark hair adorns his chest and just below his navel, the rest hiding under the waistband of his briefs. The sinewy muscles that bunch with each movement, his proud erection jutting from his body and aimed straight at me.
Impressive.
He reaches for my hand, entwining it with his in a sweet moment that counters the natural desire I have to get in, get off, and get out. Still I smile, unable to hide my pleasure at the gesture. He presses a kiss to my wrist, where my pulse jumps.
“Touch me,” he says, his words sounding like a wish. I nod and he guides my hand to his chest. I can feel the steady thump of his heart, quicker than normal. He grins, and I envy his ability to show me his cards outright. He wears his nervousness in such a sexy way.
When I glance up at his eyes, he slides my hand down hischest, to his hard, tightened core muscles. I can feel the slight quiver there, as if he’s barely holding himself together.
And then, my hand is pushed further down, into the waistband of his black boxer briefs. It’s immediate, the feeling of his hard, warm length as I brush my fingers against it. He skips a breath as I find it fully, wrapping my fingers around it.
No wonder he’s such a cocky little shit.
“Sabrina,” he says, the end of my name a sexy chuckle as my eyes find his.
“Do you want to see me?” I ask him as I run my thumb over the silky hardness of his erection.
He nods, pulling my hand away from him and lifting the bottom of my dress. I hold my hands up as he slips it over my head and the cool air meets my naked skin.
If I thought his stare was unnerving when I’m clothed, it’s nothing compared to when I’m not. His eyes rove over my bare breasts, my stomach, my panties, my legs that shake at the thought of what we’re doing here.
Sex has always been an activity. Something to relieve stress. Something just to help me borrow confidence from.
But it’s entirely different here, with Abraham.
The confidence I’m gaining here is far from the superficial kind that only bolsters me for a few days. The intimacy of taking our time and seeing each other…it’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
Usually, it’s quick and sweaty and the lack of intimacy is just routine.
He reaches out to cup my breast and I sigh, unsure of how to react to this languid sexual chemistry. I want to hurry, to hide my need in something fast and sweaty and rough.
Like this, I’m exposed. Like this, I’m vulnerable. I shiver when he runs the pad of his thumb over my nipple.
His hand slides to my sternum and he pushes me back until I’m laying flat.
I feel him hook the waistband on my panties under hisfingers and when he pulls them down, I lift my hips to help accommodate.
This is the quietest he’s been since I met him. I used to think it was too much when he spoke but now, I find his silence far more intense.
What is he thinking?
He remains silent as he presses kisses all along my body, starting at my insteps. When he reaches my thighs, I half expect him to bury himself between my legs but when he doesn’t, opting to climb up my body instead, I’m happy to see his face, smiling down at me.
He kisses me, long, deep, sweet sweeps of his tongue that remind me of what it feels like to feel it inside of me. He pulls away from me, running a finger down my face, to my chin.
“I want you to turn over,” he tells me, his eyes on my lips. “Will you do that for me?”
I swallow before I nod, watching as he braces himself before settling back to sit. I’m wordless as I turn over and when I don’t feel him move, I glance back at him.
“Look at me just like that, beautiful girl,” he instructs, standing to pull his boxer briefs down. I try not to stare but as his fingers grip his length, I catch the grin he sends me.
Words escape us as he settles behind me, running his hands up the backs of my legs. I try not to move but when he reaches between my legs, I can’t help the way I jerk, muffling my face in the bed so he can’t hear my gasp.
